Love is selfish possession and warm tolerance.

  She looked at her parents seriously. Looking left and right, they used to eat in front of her, one mouthful after another, laughing and calling each other old man and old woman, holding her hand and saying that the three of them would always be together... She stared straight at them, suddenly feeling that their awkward expressions at this moment were a bit ridiculous.

  She didn't know what to say.

  How come? Why? Or, I don't want to?

  She smiled slightly, with a curved corner of her eyes and a good-looking arc on her lips.

  "Hua Ning, don't be like this, don't scare Mom." Jiang Yun's eyes turned red.

  "Why do people who once loved each other end up on a path of no return? Is it true that love is unreliable and can't withstand the test of time?" She asked softly, as if asking her parents, yet also asking herself.

  "Hua Ning, it was love that brought your mother and me together. Now, the love is gone, and we both feel that continuing like this is a torment to each other." Ji Ru Jing thought for a moment before explaining in this way.

  "Love, what is love after all? It comes and goes easily, yet many people pursue it passionately, just for that fleeting moment of blossoming."

  "Love is beautiful." Jiang Yun and Ji Rujing exchanged a glance, filled with memories. "Being able to come together because of love, giving birth to you, your father and I are both very grateful. All these years, we've been together, never once regretting it."

  Ji nodded slightly.

  "Why must it be so?" She didn't actually want to ask the reason, it just slipped out. If everything could be explained with a why, there wouldn't be so many troubles in this world.

  "I and your mother, you also saw it, in recent years our interaction has had a bit of a problem." Ji Rujing carefully chose his words, "We disagreed, quarreled, and even exchanged insults. This almost erased all our beautiful memories."

  "We have come to realize that we can no longer tolerate each other due to love, and it is no longer suitable for us to live together. We are both pursuing purity. Although continuing this life is not impossible, after discussion, we think it's best to end things at the best time and give each other freedom."

  "Let's leave the most beautiful memories in each other's hearts, and be grateful that you shared the golden years of your life with me." Jiang Yun said emotionally, and Ji Ru Jing gently patted her hand.

  Ji Huan Ning knew that her parents' decision was not impulsive, but rather they had convinced themselves. She had just experienced the bitterness of love from a recent heartbreak, and now she witnessed the disappearance of love, with her parents parting ways peacefully. It seemed as though she understood what love was.

  Love is selfish possession, also warm tolerance. It comes and goes like the wind, if you work hard to manage it, it will last long; if there is no fate, it cannot be retained by force. Nevertheless, we still look forward to meeting the right person, cherishing the company of the right person, and not regretting having loved before.

  In a smiling and friendly atmosphere, the parents signed the divorce agreement. On the same day, Ji Huaning made her first and only proactive request after the age of five.

  "Jinglan, your admission notice has arrived." Lin Tongxia handed a letter to Lin Jinglan, the envelope with white paper and red characters printed clearly: First Middle School of S City.

  He held the envelope for a while, turned around and put it on the table, looked up at the sky outside the window: Hua Ning, how are you doing now?

  The news of Uncle Ji's divorce shocked his parents, after all, they had been old friends for many years. When they arrived at the Ji's house, only Uncle Ji was packing his luggage. They told him that Hua Ning had volunteered to study abroad and had left on yesterday's flight.

  He walked into her small room with a daze, familiar with the route. The light purple curtains, pink bed, and lace everywhere seemed to still hold the faint scent of jasmine on her body. He picked up the rabbit she held every day, which was also used to hit him sometimes, but she didn't take anything away.

  But why did you leave without saying a word?

  So sudden. The empty room is so piercing.

  He sat stupidly on her bed, suddenly burying his head deep into the warm fluff of the rabbit.

  United Kingdom. London.

  By the Thames, a man with curly hair blown into disarray held a large bouquet of roses and choked back tears: "Nisha, I love you, really love you, why can't you give me a chance?"

  That tall and full-figured blonde woman looked very helpless: "I've said it many times, we can't be possible, I'm really sorry Jack."

  "Why, why is it impossible? Today you must give me a reason!" The man still wouldn't give up, persisting in his pursuit.

  "Sorry to keep you waiting, honey." A lovely Asian girl appeared in his line of sight. She wore a beret, black and white striped suspenders with a pair of high-waisted pants, her short hair curled slightly at the chin, a pair of big eyes shining brightly, handsome yet sweet. She gave a sly smile to the man who was still in a daze, stretched out her hand to wrap around the waist of the blonde woman, "I'm taking my honey away, don't follow us."

  It wasn't until they were far away that the man named Jack slumped to the ground. Nisha, his beloved Nisha, actually liked...that woman?

  "I advise you, don't easily believe what that woman says." A man walked out from behind him, wearing a black windbreaker, with beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly raised and a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

  This Queenie, she loves to tease others, and has even fallen into her own trap several times. Yet in other people's eyes, she is so beautiful and elegant, not a single flaw can be found, is this woman a devil?

  His name is Chris, Chinese name Wang Xianjun, a British-Chinese. He was a university classmate of Ji Huaning - Queenie. Because he offended a woman one day, he really encountered a lot of trouble. On the street, he was chased by an ugly girl, at school, he was pointed at by thousands of people as an irresponsible playboy, even professors looked at him with ambiguous eyes.

  It wasn't until many days later that he found out everything was actually orchestrated by a girl named Queenie behind his back. He went to confront her in high dudgeon, only to be disarmed by her innocent and harmless appearance, and ended up getting taken advantage of several more times. When he finally learned that the root cause of all this was that he had accidentally trampled on the flowers she had been taking care of without apologizing promptly, he could have kicked himself bloody.

  "Plants also have lives, can't be trampled at will. Moreover, I am a very petty woman, every detail must be accounted for." He vowed that he should record her words with a recorder.

  Because of this, he became Queenie's another "bosom" friend after Nisha. Watching one by one man fell down at her skirt, Chris shook his head, if they knew her true identity, I wonder if they still have the courage to pursue her? However, it was actually exceptionally pleasant when you really understood her.

  Chris walked slowly in the winter of London with his hands inserted into the windbreaker. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face and tall figure became a pleasant scenery by the river.